Phillip Simpson - Rapture

Sam, who had up to this point been listening with rapt attention, was suddenly on his feet, his heart hammering.

Hikari made soothing motions at him. “Come. Sit back down. You need to hear this.”

Reluctantly, Sam slowly lowered himself back onto the bed. A part of him didn’t want to hear any more, but the rest of him desired this knowledge so much that it hurt.

“A man appeared one day, dressed all in black. At the time, I took him for a priest. He was waiting for your mother outside the church grounds after the evening service. I never heard what he said to her that day — I arrived at her side too late. What I can tell you is that there was something about him that I immediately disliked. Disliked and distrusted. I couldn’t put my finger on it but he just felt wrong somehow.

“Your mother didn’t notice. She seemed to be completely under his spell, for that, in hindsight, is what it was. He had charmed her somehow, probably using the dark arts.

“After that moment, I didn’t see your mother much. When I did see her, she was a different person. The light had gone out in her eyes. She rarely smiled anymore. Eventually, she moved out of the church accommodation that had been provided for her and even our minister didn’t seem to know where she’d gone. I made enquiries and found that she was living in a part of Kyoto where most people were scared to go after dark. I tracked her down one night and decided to follow her as she left her apartment.

“I followed her to an ancient cemetery, long disused and now overgrown and neglected. I was very careful not to be seen and in any case, it was a very dark night. The clouds obscured the moon and there were no street lights in this part of Kyoto.

“She walked into the centre of the cemetery, her motions stiff and puppet-like as if she were in some sort of trance. A group of cloaked and hooded figures waited for her, surrounding what appeared to be a stone altar. The stone altar itself was lit by candles and I could clearly see a fresh red stain slowly dribbling from its side.

“The dark figures parted for her in silence. Without pause, your mother climbed up onto the altar and lay down. The figures then gathered around her and began chanting. I knew what they were doing because, even then, I had been researching the demonic arts, dividing my time between the dojo and my studies.

A mist began to form. The chanting increased in volume and urgency. Something — a vague blood-red shape of vapour — began forming above her body. I knew what it was then and cried out before I could stop myself. Almost instantly, I was seized from behind by four opponents. I shook two of them off and crippled them with blows but then more and more began to pile on top of me. They bound me, hand and foot, and dragged me into the circle.

“Then they forced me to watch.” Hikari paused as if lost in the moment.

Sam realized that he had forgotten to breathe. He took a hasty breath as Hikari continued his tale.

“The vapour began to take on a more solid aspect and a shape coalesced. It was a demon, of course, and a mighty one at that. I could sense its power, and I screamed at your mother to wake. She glanced back at me with a look so evil that it sent a shiver down my spine. One of the acolytes knocked me a blow that sent my senses swimming and everything after that is a hazy blur.

“The last thing I remember before passing out is the demonic shape embracing your mother. The demon, to roars of ecstatic approval from the acolytes, departed, taking your mother with him. I managed to let out another weak groan and then I was struck from behind again.

“When I awoke, it was morning. The acolytes had gone and there was no sign of either the demon or your mother. To this day, I do not know why they let me live. I managed to wriggle free of my bonds and investigated the altar as best I could in my weakened state. I found remains of candles and a pentagram drawn in chalk. When I touched the red stain, I found that it was blood.”

Hikari took a deep breath, filled with pain and remorse. “I wish I could have stopped them. I sometimes think that I did not do all I could to save her.”

Sam’s heart ached with anguish but he managed to put his small arm around his master’s shoulders. Hikari hugged him back and they held each other for a few moments.

“And you’ve never seen my … my mother again?” said Sam eventually, stumbling over the unfamiliar word.

Hikari got up and began pacing the small room. “I saw her a few months later. She passed me by in the street and I almost missed her, but something made me turn when she was only a few feet from me. She was obviously pregnant. Her hair had been done differently from how she normally kept it and she wore heavy makeup — something which she had never used before.

I ran up to her and grabbed her arm. She looked at me in a way that I will always remember. Her glance was blank but beneath it, I knew that her true self still fought for freedom. She pretended not to know me, shook off my hand and continued on her way. I attempted to follow her but it was almost as if she used some arcane means to elude me.

“I moved to Utah shortly after that. What I had seen convinced me that I had to make plans more rapidly than I had thought. I had allies here and resources. Besides, my wife wanted to move back here after so long in Japan.

“We’d been here a few months when, one night — it was near midnight — there was a knock at the door. I remember having a feeling of tremendous foreboding but despite my wife’s pleas not to answer the door, I did so anyway. I took the precaution, however, of being armed, and crept down the stairs with my katana in my hand.

“When I opened the door, there was a cloaked figure standing there holding a cloth wrapped bundle. When the figure saw the sword, she lowered her hood. It was your mother.”

Sam gasped. To think that his mother actually came to this house was a welcome revelation. She felt somehow closer to him.

Hikari gazed at him as if he sensed his thoughts. “It was good to see your mother again at last, almost as I remembered her. She had aged though. Her hair was greying at the temples and there were new lines on her face. She handed me the bundle and told me: ‘Look after him. Guard him well. We will need his strength in the coming battle.’She then placed something in my hand and closed my fingers over it. I tried to get her to come into the house but she only shook her head sadly. I could tell that she was very afraid. She said that they were looking for her and that she had to hurry.

“I unwrapped the bundle and found your tiny face swaddled within. ‘What will be his name?’ I asked. ‘Samael,’ she replied.”

Sam froze at the name. Something in his body responded to it at a subconscious level and deep down he knew it was his proper name. Sam was a name that he had always worn like a comfortable coat given to him by a stranger — something he liked but that didn’t truly belong to him. Samael rang true. It was the first time he had heard Hikari use it. “Samael,” he repeated.

Hikari nodded slowly.

“Like you, I recognized the name. It is the name of a powerful demon — a fallen angel. Some believe he is the Angel of Death. Names — especially amongst demons — are powerful. Protect your name. Never let those who you do not trust learn the truth of it.

I have never lied to you, Sam. From the moment you were old enough to understand, I told you what you were. Please understand, I shortened your name not to deny you your heritage or conceal the truth from you, but to protect you from those who would bring evil upon you.”

Hikari sat on the bed again and placed his arm around Sam’s shoulders. “Although it is your true name, it does not represent your true nature. While you are half demon, you are also half human and have your mother’s goodness inside you. Fight against the demonic side; never let it dominate you.” He pointed to Sam’s chest. “When in doubt, listen to your heart and let it guide you.”